This post is a little late because I had to get my mind right before I wrote it.
This past weekend was Father's Day weekend. This Holiday never really meant much to me because I did not have a real conversation with my father until I was 28 years old.
He was never around.
It was not all on him though. My Mom and my Father never had a healthy relationship. I must admit that he did try to be active in my life over my younger years, but my Mom always blocked him. So to be blunt, my Mom denied me the joy of having a Father. So my Pops was not a dead-beat Dad per-say, he just didn't have the balls to stand up to my Mother.
I finally grew a set of balls of my own and contacted him through one of my Aunty's and I flew out to North Carolina to see him. The resemblance was striking. The only difference was that I am about 2 inches taller than him. After that initial get together, we talked on the phone all the time and whenever I could, I would fly out to North Cacalac to see him.
He was a cool dude.
A lot like me.
My father died from complications from diabetes late last year.
The pain of that is still... well it hurts.
I miss my father terribly. I tried to cram 28 years into the past 6 or 7, and I don't think I did it. He never let on how sick he was. He never told me anything about his illness. Every time we talked he was always up-beat and laughing, and threatening to disown me if I did not hurry up and give him a grandson.
After 28 years of not having a father in my life, I finally had a Father and a friend.
Charles King was my Father.
Charles King was my Homie.
Charles King was my Dude.
He never got to see his grand-child since I have not had a child yet,(I think I am the oldest living straight Black-Man in America with no kids. But Wifey and I are still trying.)
I have to be a father.Even if we have to adopt, I WILL get the satisfaction of knowing that I had a positive impact on a child's life.
So this is to all the Charles Kings in America. He was living proof that not all Black Men leave their children.
He maybe showed up late in my life, but he was right on time.